they say I am beautiful but at what cost,
they say I shouldn't let them bring my down,
but the pain i feel can not just leave,
it can't just walk away that easily,
it burns at my soul
bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my depression-
the more it grows the harder it gets
tears turn to angry that quickly turns towards myself making cutting
all the better
soon though cutting turns to starving myself after it turns to suicide
be happy they said but I couldn't, not with all the pain I felt it was better to end it there nobody missed me nobody cried and thats what I saw the most.
